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Cafe Talk

Tell me again, who is it we are learning to fight?

"What is it about the martial arts that attracts such weirdos?" "What makes you think we are all weirdos?" I replied. "Look at you. The way you walk, the way you look at people, the way you use your body, your posture even your hands. Everything is contrived.""Perhaps it just looks that way to you.""You see? You even speak in cliches.""What do you mean?""Your words, like your moves are predictable, moulded by calloused ideas and training practices. Such a soulful warrior you make..."And so the conversation continued...Years later I now look back on that first discussion - perhaps obsession would be a more appropriate description - and wonder how anyone can justify a half century pursing a single "path".

Many do so from an Interest in oriental philosophy, many others, in search of self confidence, a more defined presence, or because it can offer (to the globally confused) a simplified world view where everything is either black or white: East or West, Right or Wrong, Succumb or be Overwhelmed, Yin or Yang. Some even strolled in through the Dojo doors, talking of fighting, fitness, discipline, spirituality, or - and I swear this is true - because they liked the idea of wearing a neatly ironed starched white uniform. I suppose we all reminisce now and then as to the whys and wherefores of our origins. Some may look fondly back to that series of Kwai Chang Caine, others go further to that bull-slayer himself - Mas Oyama. For many, I am sure, it would have been that classic coliseum fight between East and West, oriental and occidental, form over freedom. Hairy over smooth chested opponents!

But it wasn't just about the attractions of the East. Back in the early 70's the United Kingdom was - culturally speaking - something of a desert. The consumerist culture had been launched, and launched with incredible success. Little remained on the streets of Inner London that was not for sale, other than the discarded and broken hopes of other times. To find meaning in this otherwise meaningless moment, we all searched further afield for inspiration. Most people settled for the haircuts and the songs of ABBA. Some, however, stumbled beyond the glitter and the glam and into the local dojo.For the next decade or two I'd keep searching, flirting between styles of karate, taekwondo, fencing, judo...ending up during the mid 80's training in Way Lin - in East London. You may just spot me in the video below - I'm the small one, doing his best at dodging the Instructor's* flying fists.

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The Internal Arts

It would, however, be my last savoury taste of a "pure" martial art. After a few unexpected events I embarked on the slippery slope of the Internal Arts, beginning with Aikido and concluding with Tai Chi.

These were Arts that taught me another definition of strength: that it lay not in speed nor reflexes, but in vulnerability and concession. Such an apparent contradiction proved seductive, and consistent with the history, depth of philosophy, traditions and practices spoken of in such classics as the Tao Te Ching.

Ok, maybe the odd roundhouse kick appealed too, as did the Chinese slippers and an occasional fling of an aluminium i-nunchaku.

Evolve Or Stagnate

Alternatively, some practitioners interpreted their newly acquired skills to foster an even greater sense of self-preservation and survival. Survival through strength and force. Calloused knuckles and grimaces that exiled the inner qualities of Vulnerability and Yielding - and in their place established a stagnant hierarchy - as inflexible as those damn starched uniforms.

The Inner arts however, called out in another voice against the banality of western consumerist culture. They still do. No art must remain immune to evolution! No art deserves to be fossilised, to be placed on a pedestal, worshipped with deference, living only in the light of burning incense. No, even the martial arts must adhere to the timeless rules of the Tao: Everything evolves, everything has its time, everything must die.

Back at the Outdoor cafe

"Then what have you learnt these last 4 decades pray tell?""Value.""What value?""Exactly. What value indeed. A word that appears without meaning in this fleeting breath of life. In in a world in which every reference to value has been dug up, removed, hijacked, camouflaged or left to decompose...""Meaning?""That we now need, more than at any previous time, to recognise that when we condemn another, in truth we condemn ourselves. When we "win" through attack or invasion, in truth we have already lost the war.""That's it?""Doesn't sound much I know. But it's a conclusion that reverberates through all time: That the real art of fighting is found, without fighting".

This article was originally written as an introduction to the historical novel One Last Thing: Featuring the words and actions of Bruce Lee, Mas Oyama, Kwai Chang Caine, Cheng Man Ching, Rocky, Carl Jung, Marshall McLuhan, Seth Godin, Lao Tsu, Dr. Who and a plethora of characters from the popular history of the martial arts.Find out more about the book here.

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